Jane Austen |
I've a Pain in my Head by Jane Austen'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take for't?'Said this Doctor so dread Whose name it was Newnham. 'F...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 07:59:00 GMT |
oh, henry |
"The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him."-Henry Stimson (1867 - 1950) There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:39:00 GMT |
haha, enjoy |
All my single ladies throw your handsAll my single ladies throw your handsAll my single ladies theow your hands upIn the air!Do it, do it, do itDo it, do it, do itDo it, do it, do it like thatDo it, d...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 21:06:00 GMT |
a more convenient season |
My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season. mary todd lincoinUS wife of Abraham Lincoln 1842 (1818 - 1882)
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 18:05:00 GMT |
Thoreau |
......Smoke by Henry David Thoreau Light-winged Smoke! Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight; Lark withou...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 20:44:00 GMT |
The Moment by Margaret Atwood |
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The moment when, after many yearsof hard work and a long voyageyou stand in the centre of your room,house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,knowing...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:22:00 GMT |
my city wasn’t there |
I went back to ohioBut my city was goneThere was no train stationThere was no downtownSouth howard had disappearedAll my favorite placesMy city had been pulled downReduced to parking spacesA, o, way t...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 02:38:00 GMT |
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . |
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Charles Bukowski
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .
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we have everything and we have nothingand some men do it in churchesand some ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:21:00 GMT |
BLAKE |
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun;Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller's journey is done;Where the Youth pined away with desire,And the pale virgin shro...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 23:05:00 GMT |
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat |
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat
By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossedFrom the cliff where she lay in the SunFell the StoneTo the Tarn where the daylight is lost,So she fell from the light of the SunAnd ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 21:10:00 GMT |
